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First Time Golden Showers  

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11/3/2018 11:55 am
First Time Golden Showers

First Time Golden Showers



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To avoid the backup of traffic entering Schofield Barracks, one of my favorite shortcuts is to drive through Wahiawā on Highway 80. I can then choose to take The Farrington Highway to Mokulēʻia or The Kamehameha Highway AKA Kam Highway to Haleʻiwa. Both are options off the H2, and both routes will send you down through cane and pineapple fields, some now growing coffee. You can see palms and pine, churning surf, and the whole grand Pacific stretch out in front of you.





Wahiawā (literally, “the space of the Wa people”) is the largest “real town” near the enormous US Army installation in Central Oʻahu. The town is littered with rent-to-own furniture shops, pawn shops, fast food restaurants, and various businesses catering to the enlisted military personnel in the area.

Wahiawā posses none of the urban bustle of Honolulu, the touristy wonderment of Waikīkī or the rural splendor of Kualoa. Some areas of the town lack sidewalks and paved streets. Other parts of the main shopping area sport wooden steps and porches, that are in bad repair and not primed for a hipster invasion. If you take a vacation in Waikīkī, there are no tours here or day-long excursions to sign up for that will show you the highlights of this area. You are in Wahiawā because you to be in Wahiawā. And then, you leave.

After surfing or hanging out on the North Shore, I’d sometimes stop in Wahiawā to grab water or granola bar before heading back into town(Honolulu) and the second worst traffic congestion in the United States. From Wahiawā to home, it could take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half during rush hour. Wahiawā is a convenient break, before joining the madness that is the H2.





In the early 2000s, I’d pass an adult book store, named Divine Pleasures. It was on the main street, Kam Highway, near a Jack in the Box and a Wendy’s. Divine Pleasures was not discreet. There were neon signs and regular lighted signs, and the warnings to stay away if you are under 18. It was hard to miss. I noticed it but never went in. I just wanted something to tie me over before getting stuck in traffic and Wahiawā was never a place to hang out in.





A few went by, and I decided that it might be fun to check out Divine Pleasures. I parked around the block, so if in the off chance someone saw my truck, they would not tie me to the porn shop. I went in and asked the guy behind the counter what the set up was. He said that there were booths that took dollar bills and played porn. Some had glory holes. There was theater in back. I got change for a 20, went in a booth with a glory hole and waited for some dick. After an hour or so, I gave up and went on my way.





A couple months later, I did the same routine again, with the same results. A week later, I came by later at night and did get to blow a so-so Army guy, but that was it. I went up to attendant and asked what the best times to swing by were and he gave the universal answer of all adult book shop workers: anytime is the best time to be here. But, he did intimate that most of the action took place in the theater, in the back.

A few months later, I was coming back from the beach and traffic was a mess, so I stopped at Divine Pleasures. It was around 6 pm. I paid my 10$ for 6 hours of theater time. There were unlimited ins and outs, so I could go get something to drink or take a break whenever I wanted. The attendant buzzed the locked door and I went in.





There were long wooden seats, with half height wooden enclosures. Black plastic toilet paper holders were attached in each section, so you could clean up easily. Another section had white plastic yard chairs and metal folding chairs. Televisions were mounted at various heights, playing mixture of gay and straight porn. Facing the tvs, off to my right, was a green door, where there was a bathroom. The air conditioning was provided by 3 or 4 window mounted units and the only lights came from the tv screens or the opening of the bathroom door.

5 or 6 guys were in the theatre and quickly covered themselves or zipped up when I entered. I sat on a metal folding stool and watched one of the straight gang bang videos, not playing with myself or making eye contact, just taking in the whole scene. Slowly, the men started to engage in various erotic gestures, from the solo, bored jackoff to the bobbing mouth fuck of a porno house blow job.






I saw a guy in his 50s, who looked like he was mixed Black and Hawaiian. He looked like had been working in construction all day and then some. He was muscular from his occupation, not from the gym and was a masculine by nature, not pretense. Balding, he had sideburns and a bushy mustache. He wore dirty jeans, a work shirt and<b> boots. </font></b>He was unshowered and had not shaved that morning. He had a friendly smile and started playing with his cock in one of the wooden sections. I went over and started sucking, cupping his big balls in my hand. After 5 minutes or so, he said he needed to use the bathroom. He told me he was coming right back for me.

To this day, I don’t know why, but I followed him behind that green door, into the bathroom. I wanted to try golden showers. I had never seen it in a video but had heard about it and was curious. The bathroom was longer than average, with the toilet at one end, more than a dozen feet away from the dirty sink.





He stood at the toilet and seemed surprised to see me. I asked him to piss in my mouth. I got on my knees. He paused and then took a few steps toward me. And then he unzipped and let loose a long stream into my mouth, from about 4 feet away. I immediately got hard and started swallowing his piss, some of it hitting my face and dripping off my chin. Clearly, he had been holding it for a while as he pissed what seemed a gallon of clear pee. After he finished, we both washed our hands and walked back out where I blew him in front of 3 other dudes. I quickly left wondering why I had done this and why it was so fun. I drove home, kind of happy, sort of weirded out.

A few days later, I was at a local beach on the south facing shore of Oʻahu. I was coming back from surfing and loading up my truck, when I saw the same dude from Divine Pleasures parked a few spaces away from me. He was genuinely happy to see me and we drove to a private area a few blocks away where I blew him in his truck. We exchanged info this time.

He called me that Saturday to meet him at Divine Pleasures around 3 pm, and I drove over. I paid, got buzzed in and he was there with a gallon of water, in a plastic jug, at his feet. He unbuttoned and unzipped and I licked, sucked and worshiped him, while he took swing after swig from that jug.





The theater was full, with about a dozen guys or so, mostly military. After about a half hour, he whispered that I should go to the bathroom and get naked. I was excited and walked over to the bathroom, closed the door most of the way and stripped fast. Less than a minute later, he walked in and left the bathroom door open. 3 or 4 guys walked over, as he pissed all over me, in my mouth, at my ass - everywhere. They guys were wild eyed and 2 immediately started jerking off. As he was nearing the end, he shoved his dick in my mouth and I chocked and gagged as he pissed in my mouth, nonstop.

Everyone left the bathroom and I cleaned up, as best I could. I came out and he facefucked me in front of everyone. We walked out together. I never saw him again. Damn.





In 2012 Divine Pleasures was sold to a Christian-ish-community service organization called Surfing the Nations. The location of my first golden shower was gone to Jesus on the Water. I will always remember it as the location where I caught my first wave of piss in my mouth and face.


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